This is a world of colorful neon lights. Against the background of the dark starry sky, from time to time there will be a large splendid rain of light. The light clouds emerge without warning and slide lightly in the void, evolving into stunning scenes that shock the mind.
Beautiful picture scroll.
However, once all the foreign monks see this kind of thing, their faces will change wildly, and they will avoid it as if they are facing a powerful enemy. No one is in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
These light clouds are formed by the collision of different energy currents. They are beautiful and contain deadly murderous intent. They often cover hundreds of thousands of miles. Even the monks who have ascended to the peak of the fairyland would not dare to rely on powerful magic weapons.
Staying there too much.
Under the starry sky, there is a huge river that is infinitely wide and has no edge at all. It has no source and no end. The immeasurable water flows seemingly calmly, reflecting the vast starry sky above the sky.
Above the river, there are dots of small peaks with different styles suspended, some are clumsy and majestic, some are delicate and beautiful, some are lifeless, some are covered with clouds and mist and are shining brightly... They follow a specific trajectory,
Floating slowly in the air.
Lin Shengqing, the young master of the Haoyue Sword Sect, was standing on a mountain peak with a radius of less than a hundred feet, surrounded by more than twenty female sword guards.
At his feet lay the corpses of more than a dozen monsters that looked like hozens. Although they had all been killed, the corpses still exuded an oppressive evil spirit. You can imagine how difficult they were during their lifetimes.
"Young Master, we have picked the holy medicine, shall we change places?" a female sword guard said.
"Well, let's go then."
Lin Shengqing sighed, feeling a little heartache. In order to get the seven sacred medicines growing on this small mountain peak, he led a group of people to fight hard against these difficult beasts. Although he killed them all, he also sacrificed his own life.
The price of the death of the three dead soldiers must be that their basic qualifications will be damaged after their return. Even if they are treated at all costs, it will be difficult to restore them to their original state.
In the field of vision, on the suspended peaks at different distances, many foreign monks can be seen, either fighting bloody battles with unknown beasts, meditating for healing, or engaging in internal strife over treasures, various magical weapons,
The brilliance of magical powers and spells rises and falls one after another.
From time to time, you can see monks covered in blood wailing and falling from the suspended mountain peaks, as well as mutilated corpses. No matter living or dead, as soon as they come into contact with the seemingly calm water below, they will sink straight away and disappear.
There is no trace, without exception.
Moreover, there will occasionally be winds blowing up from the water. If those monks flying in the air are not careful, their magical defenses will be blown away, and the whole body will be exposed to the attacks of strange beasts or other monks.
"...Fortunately, I found quite a lot of resources when I came in, otherwise it would be such a loss!"
Lin Shengqing muttered in his heart that it was just an appetizer at the moment. As more and more Supreme Taoist disciples broke into this place, it was only a matter of time before a large-scale fire broke out in order to compete for those precious opportunities.
Therefore, you have to take precautions and transfer as many members of the Bright Moon Sword Sect from various places as possible. Only if the available force at hand is strong enough can you ensure that your gains will not be taken away by outsiders.
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"...So this place is the weak Mercury River? There are so many good things!"
On a certain suspended mountain peak that was about three hundred feet high and shrouded in golden light, Qin Muling looked at the dreamlike scene around him and felt quite novel for a moment.
The Heavenly Lord Yueyi who was beside him put the body of a big one-horned snake into the space to hold the bracelet, walked to him swayingly, and said leisurely: "There are indeed many opportunities, and some of the most valuable opportunities can fundamentally change the fate of the monks.
, but it’s not that easy to get, and the risks you need to face are even more terrifying.”
"Let's put it this way, every time the Weak Mercury River is opened, ten thousand monks come in. In the end, one-tenth of them get out alive, which is a pretty good result. It is more likely that only one or two hundred monks will survive.
Examples of military annihilation are not too rare."
Qin Muling thoughtfully said: "So, even if a lot of good things are taken out, for the foreign monks, the overall loss is still a loss of blood, and only a few people are destined to benefit, right?"
"Definitely, most of the monks are cannon fodder and scapegoats. They try their best to pave the way for the lucky few." Yu Lingzhou, the Loli elder, snorted.
Qin Muling pondered for a few breaths and shook his head slightly. This is the true embodiment of the law of the jungle, the powerful man behind the scenes who presides over the secret realm of mist. From the beginning, he has adopted the method of raising gu. If he wants not to be regarded as a victim, he can only do his best.
Only when you reach the last step can you escape intact.
"Junior brother, which target should we choose next?"
Soon, the senior sisters who had explored the entire mountain peak came over and asked.
Qin Muling looked around. Within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, there were more than twenty ownerless suspended peaks. From time to time, large groups of colorful lights bloomed in the void, which were particularly eye-catching against the background of the dark starry sky.
When the light dissipates, a suspended mountain peak will appear in place, drifting leisurely.
Every moment, countless suspended peaks will appear, and the same number will disappear inexplicably, and there are no fixed rules to follow.
Therefore, monks usually do not dare to stay on the same suspended mountain for a long time. They quickly evacuate after searching for opportunities. Occasionally, the monks who are too late to leave and disappear along with those peaks are never seen again.
Not every suspended mountain has opportunities hidden on it. On the contrary, there may be some ferocious and terrifying alien beasts and insects dormant, or powerful natural formation restrictions. Even the strong men who have ascended to the fairyland are helpless and can only fold.
The halberd sinks into the sand.
Therefore, whether the monks can ensure their own safety here, collect enough benefits, and finally leave alive basically depends on luck and character.
Qin Muling concentrated on counting the breaths, raised her hand and pointed: "That's it, right? There should be a magic medicine on it."
Xue Bingxuan looked intently. It was ten miles away, a white suspended snow peak with steaming spiritual mist, with a radius of more than three hundred feet. There was a faint gleam of light on the surface, as if there was some kind of danger lurking, and the specific details were unclear.
"Okay, let's go then!"
None of the girls had any objections. Along the way, the younger brother's judgment had basically never been wrong. Every suspended mountain he chose to visit, he would not return empty-handed, but there would not be any strange beasts that were too difficult to deal with.
Or formation restrictions.
Yu Lingzhou stretched out his jade arms, hugged Qin Muling's waist and jumped into the air. A heavy clear light erupted all over his body, firmly blocking out the weird wind blowing up from the water below.
In the blink of an eye, all eight people landed on the suspended mountain peak.
Thousands of sharp sword lights suddenly appeared, covering everyone's figure.
